I thanked him and continued to talk to my girls.
"Is their father Chinese?" he asked.
"They are adopted," I explained.
"I see. Why didn't you want to have children of your own?" he then asked.
I had an instant flash of anger that this man would ask such a question in front of my girls. "They are my own," I answered curtly.
"Oh, you know what I mean," he continued, oblivious to my irritation. "And what about their real mother?"
That was when I decided that it was time to leave. I turned to him and explained quite clearly that I was their real mother, since I was the one who loved them and took care of them and lived with them.
"Yeah," Lily added in her characteristic, firm way, and then we walked away.
Later on, I asked my precious Lily if she felt hurt by what that man had said. Her response surprised me at first. "No," she said, "That sort of thing doesn't bother me. I know that you're my real mom," and then she gave me a hug.
But when I thought about her response later, I wasn't so surprised, because my sweet Lily
Lily is a beloved daughter.
When the world tells me I am not good enough, or that I am unwanted and unloved, does my heart respond with the truth?
Do I say, I am a beloved daughter!?
Oh Father, it's true!
And dear friends, may it be your identity, as well!